This post originally appeared on One Foot In Reality
I was getting ready to run with Bennie this morning and when I looked out the window it was almost a white-out. Ummm that could be interesting. Then less than 5 minutes later, the sun was shining and the trees were whipping about briskly with the wind from out of the south. The 36*F wasn't too bad, but the "breeze" brought it back under freezing.
Oh well it wouldn't be too muddy down-back - right????
We almost got to the end of the tar road and the neighbor was out to the mailbox, with her two dogs, both of which started barking, which set Bennie off of course. Then the little one started to come out to the road and a truck was coming up from down below. We had a little stand-off and the truck stopped, while she collected the little ankle biter. We were all smiling and laughing, so it wasn't a big deal.
Once Bennie and I got onto the dirt road, we quickly figured out that we were going to get muddy and little wet. Luckily the road was still frozen enough from the overnight cooler temps that we didn't sink too far, but the top was wet, with some slimey mud in places.
We ran down to the Town Office and Bennie was in rare form, stopping all too often to sniff, pee, sniff, poop, sniff, pee and just sniff. He really was not into the running part until the end and I have a feeling that he just wanted to get it over with.
The N1 Trails did great in the yuckiness and wetness/mud down-back and I didn't feel out of control at any point, they just gripped the way that they are supposed.
Just more miles to get to the end of the year and to where I want to start really training again.
Less than 10 minutes after we finished, this was what was going on...so we got our run done between two white squalls.